Politicians

In the mid nineteen- thirties I was a young boy living in Durango, Colorado. There was in this small town a happy group of dogs who spent the days and nights scampering around the area together. They were of all sizes and breeds and they seemed to get along wonderfully. When they would scuffle with one another it was done in a fairly nonviolent manner and seldom did I see a drop of blood shed.

One day when I was a third grade student on my way to school, I was unfortunate enough to see one of this happy pack of canine friends struck by a speeding car. The poor fellow was terribly damaged and as he lay there crying out in pain, one of his doggie pals after another ran out into the road and attacked him. What a transition it was.

When I got home that afternoon I shared this with my grandpa and he just puffed on his pipe for a bit and then said: “Them dogs was just acting like politicians little fella.” Since that time I have watched politicians show their pleasant side with their tails tucked between their quivering legs while running with their own pack and begging for votes, and I have noted that when one of them is hit by a car or suffers some decline the whole damn pack is there to attack them.

Joe Lieberman could relate to this parable, and right now so could President Bush. I believe that grandpa was right when he opined that there would likely be more dogs than politicians going to Heaven.

Bruce L Salisbury